Mr. Hoffen lay on the ground with Karen standing in front of him;

At this time, as long as Karen is willing, he can send Mr. Hoffen a ride early.

Because of Mr. Hoffen's expression and words earlier, it brought him great pressure.

Originally reborn in this world, he was very insecure. So far, he is still living by "this identity". Once he loses this layer of skin, what kind of unknown his life will slide into;

Moreover, there is not only "life" in the conventional sense, but there are obviously other factors beyond Cullen's understanding.

If it was just "running away from home", Karen wouldn't have such a lot of pressure. I was afraid that it wasn't as simple as "running out of the house", and it couldn't be that simple!

Karen felt the unease of medieval witches.

come forward,

Bend over,

Karen reaches out;

Just squeeze the neck again,

Or pick up Mr. Hoffen's head, pretend to wake him up, and knock on the tile again to make up for the final damage.

So,

This sudden crisis vortex can also dissipate into the invisible before swallowing him.

so,

Do or not?

It's not surprising to have this kind of thought. No matter how ordinary, no matter how normal, no matter how gentle a person is in life, they will also experience such sudden emotional outbursts and sudden evil thoughts.

But in the end,

Karen still stood there, motionless.

When Mina, who came down from the second floor, started calling, when Aunt Mary came up from the basement, and when Paul ran over to pick up Mr. Hoffin,

It was only after Aunt Mary's shouts that Karen came to her senses and stepped forward to help support Mr. Hoffen into the hearse of the Inmelles family.

Paul started the car, and Karen stayed in the car with Mr. Hoffen.

This "fruit shell" modified car was originally a lengthened version of an ordinary sedan, and the chair on the co-pilot's seat had long been removed, leaving more space and more than enough space for a coffin.

Mr. Hoffen lay there, motionless.

He is lucky, ambulances are not common in this era, and he now has a car that can be taken to the nearest hospital;

Even luckier... even if he didn't rescue him, he still had a car to go back to, and it was an exclusive car;

Even, looking at the face of his relationship with his grandfather, he could have a broken bone at the funeral, and the only one who suffered was Aunt Mary.

"Ah……"

Karen suddenly laughed, reached out and rubbed her face lightly.

At this moment, the golden retriever who got into the car with the owner came to Mr. Hoffen's side and licked his fingers.

After dawdling beside its master for a while, it walked slowly to Karen again.

Karen reached out, but the golden retriever didn't hide, letting Karen stroke its dog's head.

Seemingly comfortable to touch, it simply climbed down and leaned on Karen's leg, and after Karen didn't touch it, it arched Karen's hand with its nose, signaling to continue.

"Ugh……"

Karen looked at Mr. Hoffen lying there again and sighed.

The back is attached to the wall of the car,

I grabbed two dog heads,

"whatever."

...

The car drove into the hospital, and Mr. Hoffin was taken to the emergency room.

Paul was busy with the formalities,

Karen led the golden retriever and sat on the bench by the flowerbed.

After sitting for about half an hour, Paul trotted over with a smile:

"Master Cullen, the doctor said that although Mr. Hoffin is still in a coma, he is out of danger."

Karen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little relieved and a little lost;

This old man, his life is really hard, such a big pool of blood... he even managed to hold on.

"The bills are hanging at home," Paul said again.

The Inmelis family is a funeral club and has a good relationship with the nearby hospital;

How good is it?

Aunt Winnie, who is in charge of the family's accounts, even has a list of people who are seriously ill and critically ill in the hospital recently.

Sometimes even when you're still being rescued, in the parking lot outside, Uncle Mason is already waiting there smoking a cigarette.

As long as there are interests, there must be chains;

With this level of relationship, going through some formalities will naturally be very fast.

"Need someone to escort?" Karen asked.

"Uh...you can ask for a nurse."

"Then please."

"Well...Ok young master, I'll make arrangements."

"By the way, Paul, do you have a cigarette?"

"I have... young master, are you or?"

"Ok."

Paul took out half a pack of cigarettes in his pocket and handed it to Karen with a lighter.

"thanks."

"You're welcome, I'll go get a nurse first."

"OK, all right."

Karen took out a cigarette and bit it in her mouth. During this period, the smoking ban was not strict. Even in the yard of the hospital, Karen saw many people with cigarettes in their mouths, and the nurses passing by would not scold them.

Light one, take a breath;

The brain once again warned of the invasion of "toxins", and the body also made a rejection response, and the feeling of nausea and retching hit immediately;

But Karen ignored it.

He felt as stupid as "smoking" himself.

The old smoker just resisted the discomfort of the body and forcibly learned a bad habit that will continue to harm his own body;

and myself,

He even put Mr. Hoffin into the hospital and got out of danger, sitting and watching himself slip into the unknown abyss step by step.

He is examining himself, but not very strongly;

He regrets it, too, not too strongly;

He felt stupid, well, it felt so strong.

"call……"

With a burning cigarette in his hand,

Karen leaned back on the bench.

And at this moment,

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and Karen was stunned, realizing that the smoke from his fingertips was taken away.

"You... grandpa?"

It was Diess who appeared in front of Karen.

Diess was still wearing the same clothes he was wearing when he went out, but Karen noticed that Diess's trouser legs had obvious stains, and the hand he was holding his cigarette seemed to have black marks?

Is it mud?

Dis threw the cigarette on the ground and asked:

"When did you learn?"

"I..." Karen hesitated for a moment. In fact, just now, he had the urge to tell the "truth" to "Grandpa", because he instinctively learned from today's "dream" and Mr. Hoffin's "questioning" of himself. "When things were connected together, I noticed an unusual smell.

You know, Grandpa Diess, and Mr. Hoffen are old friends.

It's not that he is worried about what Mr. Hofen will tell his grandfather when he wakes up, but compared to the grandfather who only loves "divination" or "metaphysics", a retired philosophy teacher, who also runs a funeral club and works part-time as a priest, he seems to be the best ... No, he should be the most mysterious one.

What Mr. Hoffen can know, grandpa... will he be unaware?

So, resistance is strict, confession can be lenient?

But looking at Grandpa's face,

After Karen's "truth" circled in her throat, she took it back.

road:

"Uncle Mason taught me."

Hearing this, Di Si frowned slightly.

"Mr. Hoffen is inside and the doctor says he is out of danger," Callenton reported.

Dis nodded and asked, "Mary told me about it, were you scared?"

"No... um... yes, I was scared."

Karen answered incoherently, but Karen felt it was not her fault.

"I'll go see him, wait a minute."

"Okay, grandpa."

Dis went in;

After about a quarter of an hour, Diess and Paul walked back together. Karen also got up and followed him to the parking lot.

"When did you learn to drive?" Diess asked Paul.

"Not long ago, if you read more, you will." Paul replied shyly.

"Have you been certified?"

"Exam." Paul replied immediately.

"From next month, your salary will be increased by a thousand rupees a month."

"Thank you, Mr. Dis, thank you, Mr. Dis."

Paul and Ron have a strong contrast in personalities. Ron likes to drink and play cards. Today, he got off work and ran away from get off work in the basement. Which tavern should he be hanging out in now? Paul Else stayed and wiped the car;

"Go back." Diess glanced at Karen and repeated, "Go home."

Paul was still driving, and Karen and Diess sat in the back. Because there were no seats, the two sat on the mat facing each other.

"Do I need to inform Mr. Hoffen's family, grandpa?"

"No, his sons and daughters have long since cut ties with him, and they are not in Luojia City. Remember to come over and check on him in a few days."

"Okay, grandpa."

After a brief exchange,

Karen saw Dis stretched out her hand and rolled up her sleeves.

What shocked Karen was that one-third of Grandpa's left hand was "scorched black", as if it had rolled over a charcoal fire.

"Pliers," Diess said.

"Huh?" Karen was stunned for a moment, then immediately woke up. She stepped forward and opened the black box beside her grandfather. There was a set of small surgical instruments and some things that were obviously not used in normal times.

For example, several bottles of liquids with strange colors, crystal beads, iron plates with strange shapes, leather whips made of unknown materials... The most striking thing is a sword hilt with a hollow in the middle.

There are two exquisite carvings on the left and right of the hilt, a twisted skull on the left, and a kind saint on the right.

Although the hilt has no blade, Karen carefully avoided it when he took things, as if an invisible blade might cut his fingers off.

Karen hands the pliers to Grandpa.

Grandpa picked up the pliers in his right hand, clamped a corner of his blackened skin, and slowly tore it open.

Although the car was moving, Karen could still clearly hear the brittleness of paper being torn apart in Karen's ears.

The golden retriever next to him, who came back with him, stared at the dog's eyes, curled up in the corner, and shivered.

Grandpa used pliers to tear off two pieces of black charred skin without anyone else, and said:

"tweezers."

"Oh, good." Karen handed over the tweezers.

But Grandpa didn't pick it up, but put his hand in front of Karen, and at the same time handed the pliers over with his right hand.

In the memory of "Karen", there has never been a similar picture.

However, after pursing her lips, Karen still took the tweezers in the right hand and the tweezers in the left. First, she used the tweezers to pull out the notch of the black coke skin, and then used the pliers to pull the whole piece off.

Underneath the black charred skin, was red tender meat, faintly smeared with blood.

From start to finish,

Diess never cried out in pain,

His face didn't even move.

When all the black charred skin was cleaned, Dis's left arm looked like it had just been boiled in boiling water.

"Okay," Karen said.

"Ok."

Dies reached out, picked up a bottle of purple liquid, flicked the stopper with his fingertips, and poured all the liquid inside onto his left arm.

"hiss……"

This breath of cool air was breathed out by Karen.

Because he saw Dess's left arm, white smoke began to rise, accompanied by the crisp sound of hot oil pouring into the pan.

a long time,

Diss let out a sigh of relief and lowered his sleeves.

Karen asked with concern, "Don't you need a bandage?"

Dis shook his head.

Karen said nothing and continued to sit upright.

The car also stopped at this time, home arrived.

Cullen led Mr. Hoffin's golden retriever out of the car, while Paul pulled the car to the side of the road at the gate of the courtyard.

"Mr. Diess, Master Cullen, I'll go back first. I'll come early tomorrow to set up the mourning venue."

"Okay." Dis nodded.

Paul, who received a raise, happily ran to his house.

Karen has been parked in front of the house, not in a hurry to go in, because Diess didn't go in.

Two people, one dog,

Just stand at the gate of the courtyard.

On the window sill on the third floor of the villa, Pu'er stood up and stared at it with his cat's eyes.

Inexplicable,

It's like the background music of a stage play suddenly changed to a different style,

It's so abrupt,

yet so clear;

Karen felt her lips start to tremble and her breathing began to quicken.

The golden retriever held by Karen raised his head and looked at Karen with some doubts, because it found that its leash was shaking... The reason was that the person holding him was shaking his hands.

Humans have a sixth sense.

It can be told by the wind, it can be told by the sun, it can even be told by the flowers and plants in the fence;

Karen doesn't know whether the sixth sense will be strengthened after a person "dies" once and then comes back to life. In fact, he doesn't even have the heart to think about it now.

He feels like an egg that has just been taken out of the chicken coop, and is being played by a naughty child with his hands constantly being weighed and tossed;

run?

Karen twisted her neck as much as she could, looking to the side, there was the road, and she could let herself run all the way...

Immediately afterwards, Karen began to twist her neck in another direction, but half twisted, and lowered her head unconsciously.

After bowing his head,

He saw his trouser legs,

I also saw Grandpa's left arm,

I also saw the hilt in my grandfather's left hand that was clearly put back into the black box by himself, but was held at this time;

for a while,

Karen felt tears brewing in her eyes, her nose started to feel sore, as if snot was about to fall, and her facial muscles were some mild cramps;

in front of you,

It seems that it is no longer the villa of the Inmelis family at No. 13 Mink Street,

but the ground down layer by layer,

Own,

Standing in the middle of the high platform, next to it is the gallows prepared for him.

"Karen."

Dis's voice was like a blast of thunder in his ears.

"grandfather……"

Karen's teeth chattered.

Correspondingly, however, his heart was incomparably peaceful, which was a sense of tearing between spirit and body.

"Karen, here, where is it?"

Karen opened her mouth,

In the corner of my eye,

Karen noticed that Grandpa's left arm had been raised and circled behind her.

At this critical moment,

Karen straightened her back sharply,

In a hoarse and low voice...almost roaring:

"Home!"